There was An Old Man Who Lived In Sault

There was an Old Man Who Lived in Sault

He Sold So Many Brass Bell(s)

He Didn't Know What To Do

(All marked clearly ... Titanic) ...

... And True ...

He only showed them one at a time ...  

The Bells 

All sat behind him ...

In their Prime

One at a time

They sat there as bait

Alluring as Hell.

Waiting on the Tourist/Trout to sniff and smell.

(If you Look Closely

You Will See ...

Just Ahead of the Grey Porcelain Ball

A Brass Bell Waiting there for Thee)

Unbeknown to the World of Traveling Lost Trout ...

There were tons of them ... 

... Just out of Sight ...

So the Old Man just sits there Fishing you might say...

... Just Trolling for Tourists On Hot A Summers Day ...

Schools and Schools of them Sailed by 

The North American Trout/Tourists are the Anglers Choice ...

"Look Gladis ... Look What I found" ...

They would cry ... 

The Hook now deeply Imbedded

and

With that cry of

"Gladis look see" ...

... Now That Hook was Set ... 

They were no longer Free.

They all went home with Brass Trophied Bells ...

A Treasure they Never ...

Ever thought Possible ..

.... Ever ...

... But Lucky For Them ... 

They Can

And there sits that Old French Fisherman ...

Angling for Tourists and Trout

in the Village of Sault

Now Those Brass Treasures Festoon 

Fireplaces ... and ... Hearths

All Across North America ...

Coast to Coast

A Solitary Bell

Salvaged and Saved... 

Off of the Deck of the Titanic

From a Very Deep Watery Grave ...

Shhhh

Tons of Them in the back room